What hurt comes from my free will?
I feel as big as death
Say "the words are sure to kill"
Blue words fall, blackmail
In detail the devil is
The way you told it's all there is
But I said "pray you won't ask"
What a bad saint for you to have
And I pray you won't ask
What a bad saint for you
What a bad saint to have
Monday comes, can't forget
My Saturday's regret
Taking pills when I should quit
Head so big, town so small
Four pennies wage it all
Answering my bitter call
I love you more than I
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